Musume

Just as a reminder, this is roughly what Musume is designed after:

Prologue

Musume hated feeling nervous.

Her father used to tell her that it was a normal emotion. Demons and monsters still felt them, and that she shouldn’t be ashamed of her own feelings.

But Musume felt like she should be stronger than that. She would be the Demon Queen in his absence; such weak emotions like fear, anxiety, and sadness would lead her to being a weak leader. Even as her father coddled her with lies of him ‘feeling scared sometimes’ Musume knew that her heart would grow as strong as his one day.

Yet he was missing, maybe dead, and all of her rejecting emotions had never steeled her enough for that fact.

It was no wonder why she was trying to run away from the cold harsh reality. Attempting to find out more about the humans, to join their ranks as a member of a simplistic harem, and hope to find the symbiotic future that she’d written to Iris about so many times in the past.

For all intents and purposes, this should be what she wanted.

Yet the look of cocky superiority from the male human thanks to the size of his dick made her nervous, which just made Musume angry.

Kazuma was just laying there. A naked little human, with flaccid schlong of wide girth. Hands behind his smirking head, while his entourage waited with baited breath at her next move.

Arguably, she’d already experienced this tower in the underground arena. Already feeling so long ago, like it wasn’t just yesterday since she’d arrived in this mansion.

These are the three stories that lead to these events:

Story 1: Arriving at the Mansion

Though it had seemed that she would immediately defy her father the second she arrived, fate had other plans for the group after returning to the mansion post-Crimson Village visit.

For one, most of them collapsed on their shared bed in complete exhaustion. An emotional and physical toll throughout the day and night that eclipsed all their minds when they finally found themselves in a safe space again. Musume could hardly judge, and she had other pressing issues when she arrived.

Namely, meeting Sylvia and Xara again.

The three bumped into each other in the tallest room of the house after putting the main group to sleep. Xara was curled up in Sylvia’s arms while they sat on a large dual throne/couch that had been brought into the living space. Her wings opening wide to expose their secret make outs when Musume approached.

“The Demon King’s Daughter, oh how my husband is truly a marvel of wonder!” Xara laughed with haughty pride, “It’s been a while, Musume-chan.”

“Xara.” Musume nodded with vague respect, before turning with lowered eyelids to her nervous partner and speaking with a much lower tone, “Sylvia.”

“M-Musume!” The large chimera squeaked, trying to hide behind her partner a little, “I-It’s good to see you again!”

“I thought you were dead. We held a funeral,” replied Musume, dryly.

A guilty look doth little sooth a betrayed heart, yet Sylvia was clearly trying, “My body certainly was dead… had it not been for my helpful minions and their liquid protein, my soul would be too.” She explained before frowning, “I'm sorry I never contacted after my res-erection. A single failure often means banishment from your father’s army, and so I found little point in returning.”

“Kazuma was the one who defeated her. Twice.” said Xara, stepping up from the chair with flamboyant poise. “Tell me, has he truly conquered you too?”

Musume snarled, “None have defeated me in single combat. Not now, not ever.”

“That’s not what I asked, dear.”

“...it took all the King’s court, two betrayals, and the orgasm of a Goddess before the little one bested me with her explosive magic. In single combat, I remain undefeated.”

Xara just continued to smirk, walking up to Musume to the point where their huge breasts pressed against each other. The most powerful demon of today stared down the most esteemed succubus of history, neither backing down even while Sylvia panicked behind them.

“That’s not what I asked. Dear.”

There was a beat while the two glared, shooting sparks between them before Musume’s face grew too red to continue. “I’m not a fool, seductress. I know what you meant. And no, I have not been… with… the human.”

“Hmm, I have a knack for reading between the lines. Was that a ‘yet’ I spied in your tone?”

Musume’s face grew ever redder, nearly matching the tips of her horns in shade. With a snarl, she quickly deflected, “This group could hardly be regarded as heroes of even the most basic legend, yet you both bend the knee to a single group of humans so easily?”

Xara backed away from the daughter with an unashamed cackle, “Oh yes.”

“That’s nothing. You should see the Goddess he gifted us as a pet,” said Sylvia, pointing towards the outside of the mansion where a glowing beacon of a woman lay. Shackled around the neck and strung up next to a chicken coop. Yet she was seemingly adoring every second of her containment, stroking her holy cunt to water the flowers as she was. “Despite his relatively weak ability, Kazuma technically commands an army of monsters, succubae, angels, goddesses, and more.”

“...does he now…?”

“Don’t get any ideas,” snapped Xara, “Kazuma is not so easily tricked into giving away power to a second generational despot.”

Sylvia just seemed amused, running her hands over her body at the thought of her beaux, “Trust me, it’s rather hard to take advantage of Kazuma when he’s railing your needy pussy, loving every inch of your body in that greedy way he adores all of us in~”

“R-right.” said a blushing Musume, not expecting the sudden sexual shift, “I have no intentions of tricking him-”

Seeing an angle to tease, Xara jumped in to continue, running her hands over the dark skinned chimera, “Sylvia’s right. All thoughts of world conquest simply melt away once he’s inside you, twisting your nipples, biting at your nape, oh the ravaging that my husband can enact upon me. And when he brings out the clones?! Mraow!”

Musume clicked her tongue, looking away with a blush, “Is pleasure the only thing on your minds?”

“These days? Pretty much, yes.” mumbled Sylvia, apparently getting hot from her partner's moans and returning to snuggle up with the succubus queen, “You’ll understand soon enough.”

Musume frowned, crossing her arms under her impressive bust, “You act like I’ve already decided to sleep with the human.”

Xara clicked her tongue, “If you haven’t then what are you even doing here?”

“I am a political prisoner, this harem-”

“Bullshit.” Xara replied with a roll of her eyes, pushing Sylvia's face to her crotch, “You are one of the world’s strongest demons, few humans could even harm you let alone stop you. An unholy army of your father’s creation still lay in wait out there for your leadership, yet you sit here behind enemy lines and judge our choices. Sylvia and I choose to remain here for the freedom and fun that this Harem provides us daily. There is no discernible reason for you to truly stay in this mansion if you are not choosing to do so. I ask again. Why. Are. You. Here?”

“I…” Musume trailed off, realising blustering and lies would get her nowhere against such a vicious takedown. With a pained expression Musume gave a sigh, “My father’s army you speak of? They… refuse to listen to me.”

Xara and Sylvia shared a look (Sylvia stopping her licking even with a strand of spittle connecting her to Xara) before the latter asked, “I thought you led an attack on the King directly?”

“With the only two members that would follow me, and they both betrayed for their own reasons.” Musume admitted, clutching at her arm, “I have tried to rally my armies through fear, compassion, even just reminding them who I am. Yet the mindless hordes wander away, intelligent beasts ignore my orders, and the generals see me for nothing but the child I once was. I have no one to rely on–no confidants or second in command–even the small explosion human rejected my offer! I am here because… I just don’t know where else to go.”

The two other women let the moment hang in the air, seemingly giving time to think of an appropriate response to such a **** admission.

“Nepotism.”

Sylvia snapped her head around to angrily whisper, “Xara!”

“Oh, why coddle the whimpering lout, Sylvia. We both know what ails her, let’s just forgo the blasted subtext, shall we?” said Xara with a shrug, “Musume, dear. You simply lack life experience.”

Musume shook her head defiantly, “That is simply not the case. I was trained by the strongest fighters and wizards, I have spent years-”

“Locked away in a tower like the princess’ of yore. Didn’t you only spend a year in that demonic private school?”

Musume growled, unable to really rebuke the claim, “...father took me out of it when he heard I was being bullied.”

“Exactly. Your dear daddy kept you far too protected for your own good, it worked when he was alive to aim your power himself, but now you try to lead with a lifetime of being a shut-in-NEET. What accomplishments have you to your name?”

“How am I to have accomplishments as a leader if no one follows my orders?!”

“That’s the job market for you,” sighed Sylvia, “Xara is right though. Kazuma is perhaps the weakest member of this entire household, such a scrawny body that he refuses to let me modify…” she growled somewhat irately, “But he has bested the best, and earned the ability to order us around. Partly through his battle achievements, but also his sexual conquests too.”

“Mmm, I’d follow that boy to Heaven and back for another taste of that thick prick inside me,” Xara purred, taking Sylvia by the collar and dragging her up from her crotch to begin mashing their lips together, passionately making out on their large couch again.

Musume was meanwhile pondering their words, “So you’re saying I need more experience in… all aspects of life? Then my father’s armies might respect me more… I suppose I could. That Yunyun girl talked of many activities to do together once I revealed I was willing to call her friend…”

“Hee, Sylvia~”

“Oh Xara!”

Musume barely flinched at the two beginning to writhe around on top of each other, “Perhaps we could also form a future alliance? I was told you and I want similar things, Queen Xara. The war on humans to end, a peaceful world of monster/human coexistence. Your themed restaurants were always an excellent argument against my father whenever he challenged me on my views. Upon reaching the throne I planned to meet with you and discuss matters further. Would you two stop having sex for five seconds?!”

“Honey, even if you’re as astute as you are cute, I’m not going to talk demon politics with you,” smiled Xara, legs wrapped tightly around Sylvia’s back as she rode her now naked lover, “Yes, I have been betrayed by your father far too many times to truly trust your larcenous lineage. Yet I am a lover not a fighter, I'd say trust could be built up if you’d like to join us in a threesome?”

“...”

Musume’s eyes were dark, her usual yellow sclera covered by shadows. Her snarling jaw grinding agitatedly beyond measure, suddenly she shot forward in a threatening manner, looming over the sitting succubus with a flexing forearm, “Does this look cute to you!?”

“Uhh…”

Xara–honest and truly–had not expected to see such a cute pout being thrust at her like this. The gap moe was off the charts, between the beautiful yet angry face, the blush on her nose, the clear overt attempt to be taken as tough, and the swinging cleavage below it all… Xara honestly felt a little flustered from how cute Musume was being.

“C-cyute~”

“Grrr, sh-shut up!” hissed Musume, “I am not! Your succubus wiles can’t trick me!” She began yelling while stomping out the lounge and towards the stairs, “Jerks!”

Sylvia watched from below Xara the whole scene playout, only raising her head when she heard the petulant slam of a monster’s door. “Hmm, Kazuma is so going to wreck her pussy.” She giggled, realising quickly her titters weren’t shared, “Xara? Everything okay?”

Xara looked almost as shocked as when she’d first had Kazuma's unicorn-spit-infused cock touch her skin, “If that girl ever utilises her cuteness as a weapon, we may have a big issue…”

Story 2 - Morning Yoga

“WE’RE GOING TO KILL THE DAUGHTER!”

While it was true that there was a true lack of alive y-chromosomes out in the world after years of war, there had always been quite a few lazy layabouts with stronger dreams of becoming heroes than drive in Axel town. Why this was was probably due to a certain cafe, but as it stands there were certainly enough males to get a significant mob together.

“Kazuma can’t possibly contain her forever!”

“She’s plotting something, I know it!”

“We gotta kill her before she kills us!”

Swords, axes, and assorted sharpened blades were raised that morning. Men who were barely past single digit levels were still ready to lay down their lives if it meant protecting their town. Stomping through the streets like a parade, hoping that the women of the town would be wooed by their abilities to slay the final ultimate evil that lay within Kazuma's domain. Their rabble loud all through the street leading up to that monster filled mansion.

Upon approach though, they all got very quiet. A thought had spread through the two dozen damage dealers that they should sneak upon Kazuma’s lair and kill the Demon warrior while she was in the front garden before she realised they were there.

The morning sun filtered through the thin mist over Axel, casting the mansion’s front yard in a golden haze. Musume stood in the middle of the grass, eyes closed, breathing slow. Her great draconic wings–items she only revealed in moments where she wished to stretch them, black as midnight and patterned like dragonhide–were spread wide, and her long tail swayed lazily in rhythm with her breath.

She exhaled, lowering into a warrior pose, claws digging into the earth for balance. The gravel path in front of her lay empty, peaceful. Even the mansion behind her was quiet, with Darkness’ harem still asleep.

It would have been nearly perfectly silent… if not for the faint whispering.

Her pointed ear twitched.

“Shh! She’s doing the crane thing again!”

“No, dummy, it’s the dragon pose… look at her tail!”

"She always looks like a dragon, idiot!"

“That top is so tight! Do you think Kazuma bans underwear?!”

Musume’s golden eye cracked open. At the end of the path, behind the hedges, a cluster of human man-children had gathered. Half hiding, half clambering over each other to peek at her morning yoga. They were not subtle, nor were they endearing.

In a black flash Musume suddenly disappeared from their view.

They all looked around in a daze, only to leap from where they stood as Musume heavily slammed down from the skies behind them.

“Every day. Every damn DAY! Why must you peek on me when I just want to do my morning stretches!?”

They all whimpered in huddled fear as the strongest woman in the world loomed angrily over them.

Why had the men been watching her after rallying such brutal **** marches? Well, the answer was clear from the view they got while she was looming.

That hourglass figure that somehow radiated both beauty and power all in one go, and getting to see that sexy body perform stretches in only a single white tank-top and panties. So much exposed skin, including a peek at her saucy tender weakspot of the armpits. Sexy legs that went on for literal days. Her tight fitting top had the Axel Hearts’ faces on and that barely stretched around her humungous bouncy melons. Areola clearly visible under the elongated chin of Cielo, midriff of a smooth toned goddess, with an ass that always seemed to flex in just the right way. The men had to come here daily just to make sure she wasn’t… planning anything.

Yet now they’d been caught red handed.

“W-” Dust gulped, he had been lingering in the back of the group but was suddenly shunted forwards by the others, now the unofficial spokesperson he had no idea what else to say, “...we wanted to j-join?”

“Oh… did you?”

“Is it still going on?”

“Yep.”

Kazuma continued to slurp his 11:32 ‘morning’ coffee while watching the continued efforts of his fellow men. Megumin amusedly stirring her hot chocolate while never leaving the hilarious scene that had started in their yard.

“She’s not going to let them go, is she?” asked Megumin.

“Musume’s having fun… I’m just glad it isn’t one of us she caught staring.” said Kazuma.

“True dat.” nodded Megumin, her eyes tracing that luxurious form that was marching around the failing yoga, "That girl really doesn't understand how hot she is."

The adventurers were all standing on one leg, attempting yoga poses clearly designed to **** as equally as they were demanding. Some were dropped into awkward lunges, or with feet going further than acrobats could achieve, others on single digit legs wobbling like reeds in the wind. One man pulled a hamstring so hard he yelped and collapsed face-first into the hedge. Of course Darkness had joined in as soon as she’d returned from her own morning run, with her moans at least helping motivate the men more.

“Pathetic,” Musume huffed once she’d finally given up on the impromptu training camp, leaving a bevy of groaning corpses behind her as she strutted aaway. “Never approach me again unless you're serious about yoga. Not a single one of you humans has the balance, the discipline, the grace…” She , smirk curving her lips, “or the ass for it.” And with that she slammed the door on them.

After a few days of being unable to move, the men would find more secretive locations to watch Musume stretch.

Story 3: Underworld Tavern

“You're going to Hell?”

“Yeah. Need to blow off some steam,” said Musume, throwing on her jacket casually. She wasn't expecting the gaggle of humans to look so despondent and upset by her announcement. Not realising it sounded like she'd just announced her retirement from life, “uh… did you guys wanna come to Hell too?”

The descent into Hell was less fire and brimstone, more like a slow tram ride through the world’s strangest cathedral. The party emerged into a plaza of black marble veined with glowing red cracks, as if the stone itself still carried the heartbeat of magma beneath. Overhead, spires curled like claws, stained-glass windows depicting half-forgotten demons casting eerie glows of blue and crimson across the pavement. Musume marched confidently toward a pair of titanic wooden doors–each carved with reliefs of reveling sinners and horned bartenders pouring wine into bottomless chalices.

The doors opened not with a creak but with a polite sigh of air, releasing the faint scent of brimstone and tobacco. Inside was the bar-sprawling and lavish, a fusion of church nave and speakeasy. Stone pillars arched high into vaulted ceilings, every beam lined with faintly glowing runes. Yet below, the atmosphere leaned more casual: booths lined the walls in rich, cracked leather, each with curtains one could draw for privacy. A polished obsidian counter stretched the length of the hall, mirrored shelves stacked to the ceiling with bottles whose labels flickered and shifted like firelight.

The place was nearly empty tonight. A few demons slouched in booths, their horns silhouetted in the candlelight. An incubus in a velvet suit nursed a glowing blue cocktail, while a hunched devil flipped lazily through a newspaper that smoked at the edges. The bar’s scale made the emptiness more profound, the chatter soft and swallowed up by the echoing chamber. It felt less like stepping into a bar and more like trespassing into a ritual.

Musume inhaled deeply, visibly loosening her shoulders. “Home sweet home,” she murmured, brushing her jacket straight as if she were about to step onto a stage.

She was the only one not in her usual outfit. Musume had dressed for Hell like she owned the place: a cropped black leather jacket with subtle infernal runes stitched along the sleeves, a blood-red camisole that seemed to curve impossible around her ample breasts covering only the space above her nipple to her naval. Below her exposed midriff was her high-waisted dark slacks that looked painted onto her behind, tucked into polished boots with wicked steel heels. A silver chain hung loose at her hip, clinking softly when she walked, and she wore her hair down, making her look both rebellious and wild.

Darkness lingered by the door, gazing up at the chandeliers made of interlinked bones and enchanted candles that burned with a soft purple flame. “So this is Hell’s idea of a tavern?” she said, equal parts awed and unnerved.

Kazuma shoved his hands in his pockets and looked around with narrowed eyes. “Figures. Even Hell has better bars than Axel.”

“Oi,” growled Luna, making Kazuma blurt out some rapid fire apology before she sighed, “Whatever~ I’m not worried~ I’m just here to not worry about work for a night. The guild has been way too busy since the succubus cafe merger.”

“Ah, yeah. Sorry about that…” said a sheepish Darkness.

“The girls are great, but since I have to help everyone masturbate… no. Not here to talk about work~. We finding a booth?”

“That we are, buxom guild ****,” nodded Musume, stepping forwards confidently as the tallest in the party to their destination.

As she strutted in her black shorts with torn pantyhose look, Musume tried to breach familiarity with the patrons around her, “Niles! Good to see you! Glargon! It’s been too long!”

Neither Niles nor Glargon seemed to care much for her pointing at them, staring at her with twelve tired slanted eyes before moving them slowly to the party of humans following the daughter, yet Musume’s wide grin did not falter.

“Alright, you guys sit here and I’ll get the first round,” said Musume, patting the booth that the gang slipped into. Megumin and Luna on one side, with Kazuma and Darkness on the other. Aqua had decided to stay behind for obvious reasons. Each couple were quickly handed a dark red menu to share between them, “Food and drinks are on me. Call it perks for being a member of demon royalty.”

“Thank you, Musume,” Darkness nodded, though her smile quickly became a frown when she looked over the menu, “Um… are we able to eat any of this?”

Kazuma began reading off various items, “‘The feelings of despair when you lose your wallet’… ‘Stepping in mud before a big job interview’... ‘A family of five must put down their beloved pet’-”

Musume quickly swiped her hand under her neck, “Hey, woah, I said the dinner was on me but don’t push it. I’m not made of money.”

“There’s a food section on page two, idiots,” scoffed Megumin, already looking over the actually edible items, “Ohh! There’s a spicy food challenge! ‘Eternal Flame Ramen’! If I finish ten bowls the whole thing is free!”

“Or you’ll finish half a bowl and nurse an injured tongue for the rest of the night.”

Megumin shook her head cockily at Kazuma’s taunt, “You’re thinking of Yunyun, I can handle my spice. ‘Conqueror of Hell’s Eternal Flame Challenge’ sounds like a great new title for me, doesn’t it?!”

“I’ll go get the drinks,” said Musume, walking off towards the bar.

As she left, Megumin remembered something, “Oh yeah, Aqua made us some demon disguises so we’d fit in here!” With a flourish, she reached into her satchel and produced… a few simple black headbands with two plastic horns stuck on top.

The table went quiet.

“…That’s it?” Darkness finally asked.

“They’re enchanted!” Megumin insisted, slipping it on. Nothing changed. She was still Megumin, only now with wobbling plastic horns.

Luna, trying to suppress a laugh, plucked the second headband from in front of her. “Well, if it’s so convincing, maybe I’ll blend in better.” She set it on her own head, striking a pose. “How do I look? A fearsome bartender of Hell, no?”

“Hmm, as much as I want to agree, my eyes are still drawn to your chest…”

Darkness nodded in agreement with her boyfriend, “I know what you mean…”

Luna rolled her eyes playfully, swinging her legs off the bench before hopping off, “Hardy har. Be right back, I’m going to find out what Hell’s bathroom looks like.”

Darkness and Kazuma shared an intense look after Luna walked away. Shuffling a little while inching closer to each other.

“W-we were going to do something similar…” said Darkness, biting her lip with a blush.

“...really? You two wanna fuck already?” asked Megumin with a lowered eyebrow.

“Well… not just us,” admitted Kazuma, “We were gonna join the million miles under club before trying to see if there was any hot demon pussy to pound together. Want in?”

“After the food challenge, sure,” Megumin nodded, a wide grin spreading as she stood confidently on the seat, “I’ll earn my title then dominate you both in Hell too!"

“Cool, but keep your tongue in your mouth when you’re done. I hate your spicy blowjob pranks.”

“Spoilsport.”

“Hmm~” Luna had just finished washing her hands in the surprisingly clean bathroom and was heading back to the table before she was suddenly stopped.

A hulking blue demon in a neat vest and bowtie loomed over her as soon as she turned a corner, clipboard in hand. Glowing golden eyes flicked back and forth as he gave her a once-over. “Ah, finally. The new hire. You’re late for your shift.”

“What?” Luna blinked.

Before she could object, the demon seized her gently but firmly by the elbow and began leading her toward the bar. “Aprons are in the back. Chop-chop. These patrons won’t serve themselves.”

“B-but I’m not-! Noo! I don’t wanna work tonight!”

“W-what kind of d-demons are you?!” gasped the pink haired reaper.

Kazuma and Darkness had decided to just set up shop for the evening in the women’s bathroom. It was a particular dream of Darkness’ to experience the full wonders of a glory hole, and where better to do that than Hell? The place already had pre-made circles cut into all their stalls!

While waiting for them to appear, Darkness kept them both busy by lazily sucking her man off. Letting him sit on the porcelain throne smacking her lips occasionally, loving the feeling of crawling around a Hellish bathroom floor to rub herself against his scrotum.

It didn’t take too long for a target to appear. Waiting until the flush before striking that hole with the full breadth of his schlong.

Tentacles, jagged teeth, something that felt like a trunk, Kazuma experienced it all through that wall. It was really a gamble each time he let the demon women suck him off, with some blistering highs of pleasure mixed with some of the strangest feeling gullets outside of the monster girls he’d had previously. Warm throats, cold throats, wet throats, dry throats, Kazuma’s dick experienced a true spectrum of maws. He just made sure to make a mental note to get his dick cleansed by Aqua when he was back from Hell.

Of course, it was normal for women entering that bathroom to feel compelled to suck any human dicks they see. So when the reaper woman was done with her business and found a huge piece of meat flopping out of a hole, her feminine urges pushed her to lick that dick clean.

It was the closest to a human throat he’d experienced, plus with her sexy moans enticing them, Darkness had peeked the pink haired girl’s beauty through the gaps. It didn’t take much of a mental push to make all abandon the glory hole angle for more of a bathroom quickie trope. Darkness sitting naked on the toilet, stripping the busty reaper girl as she was fucked intensely hard from behind.

“We’re both humans,” purred Darkness, dragging the witch’s mouth back down to make out with her again, “Humans that have bested Gods with our crotches.”

“I-I can see how! GUH! FUUCKKK!”

Never had this reaper girl felt this much pleasure upon entering a bathroom. She could totally excuse their rudeness with this kind of service. Her large tits were mauled by greedy hands, her gushing pussy stretched to what felt like the end of its life, her heart was skipping a dead beat every time he slammed hard inside her. With rolled back eyes the two humans rocked her world till all she could do was moan out praise.

And attract quite the inquisitive audience.

It had been a few hours, and Musume was starting to remember why she didn’t visit Hell very often.

Back in the day, her father had only taken her to this bar on rare occasions. Celebrating one of his general’s accomplishments, reunions with his old war buddies, legitimate shady backroom deals, those kinds of things. When she was young it was a treat. Everyone fussing over the boss’ daughter, giving her treats, chatting with her. But as she grew, the environment of a Hell bar became clear. Accusations of nepotism, grumbling they had to ‘take care of the brat’, even seduction attempts when she became of age. Musume fought to be a part of this crowd of degenerates and low-lifes, despite her father telling her they weren’t worth the effort.

And tonight was just another day proving he was right. No matter who she talked to, no matter which booth she sat in or tasty drink she gifted to others, none of the patrons would even really acknowledge her. Let alone share information that she desperately wanted.

Now it was getting late, Musume strolled across the empty floor toward the bar, her boots clicking softly against obsidian tiles.

The head bartender stood like an altar-piece at the center of the counter: a tall, skeletal demon with immaculate posture, his suit pressed to perfection, his eyes glowing faintly violet. He polished glasses with such solemn devotion that it looked more like a religious rite than bartending.

Musume leaned casually against the counter, voice low and warm, like she was slipping into old, familiar territory. “Evening, Abe. Thought I’d drop by, see if the old place had changed.”

The bartender tilted his head fractionally, acknowledging her with the faintest smile. “Miss Musume. It has been… some time.” His voice was smooth, deep, and had the quality of echoing twice with every word.

“Yeah,” she said, letting her smirk widen a little. “Still smells like brimstone and bad decisions.”

After putting in her order, it was clear to both that Musume had more to ask. She was attempting her best ‘casual chat’, but was growing more anxious with every passing second.

“So… Abe… You wouldn’t happen to, I don’t know, have any news for me, would you? About-”

“You know the rules, Miss Musume,” The bartender’s hands never stopped moving. He polished, set down, and reached for another glass. “The living may not inquire of the dead. To serve you otherwise would violate the house’s covenant.”

Musume’s smile dropped a fraction. “Yeah, yeah. Policy.” She drummed her fingers against the bar, impatience bleeding through her practiced cool. “Still, people talk, right? The Demon King falls into Hell, that has to raise some eyebrows.”

“I-”

“Yet the Demon Queen Musume is sitting right here and no one seems to care!”

The voice that had interrupted her conversation with the bartender came sharp, singsong, and annoyingly familiar. She turned slowly, jaw tightening. “Shit.”

Across the bar, three demons had just come in–a trio of perfectly-coiffed girls in immaculate uniforms of dark silk, looking like they’d just stepped out of a hellish finishing school. Which, to Musume, they had. This blast from the past was like revisiting her days at Demon High all over again. The three demon bitches that had never fully grown out of their preppy high school phase, still wearing the bright pink sweater-vests with DH on the front. They seemed to only exist to ruin Musume’s day back then–and apparently now, too.

The trio descended on her like vultures that smelled perfume instead of blood. At their head was Lilivelle, tall, thin, and every inch curated perfection: ash-white hair coiled into elaborate braids, horns tipped in gold leaf, nails sharpened like talons. Their demon forms were designed to be hourglass figures, squeezing their waists to a ludicrously thin degree with bulbous bouncing breasts and overtly wide hips. All the drunken patrons had eyes for Lilivelle, whistling as she walked. She leaned on the bar beside Musume, the cloying sweetness of her smile only making the venom worse. “Oh my gods, it really is you! It’s been so long!

Flanking her were Caramia and Drixa. They were practically clones of design, though Lilivelle had stayed the ‘hottest’ through curation. Caramia was shorter, Drixa a little wider, but as goons they were what they needed to be: Props to make their leader look good.

“My, my,” Lilivelle purred, tilting her head at Musume. “Back in the old days, you used to make such lofty claims. Always strutting about, dropping your family name, like it meant you were untouchable. What are you doing these days, Musume-chan?”

“Get bent, Lilivelle,” Musume hissed, refusing to play these mind games, “Oh, sorry. Bending over would probably snap a bitchy twig like you in two, wouldn’t it?”

“Ha! Are you trying to call me out on my appearance, when you walked in dressed like that?!” Lilivelle cackled, joined by the clone chorus immediately, “Oh honey, no one in Hell cares if you’re punk. Fighting ‘the man’ is so boring down here I think you’re putting me to sleep!”

“I heard her ‘The man’ was dead!” laughed Drixa, though regretted it immediately from seeing her leader’s seething rage.

“What did I tell you about speaking?” Lilivelle hissed, eyes glaring bright before slowly switching back to psuedo-sweet, “But she’s right. Sorry to hear about your dear departed daddy, darling.”

As much as Musume wanted to just deck her in the face and return to the human world, she needed to pursue every lead she could, “...who’d you hear he’s dead from?”

“Rumours float everywhere down here. Whispers are the only thing louder than the screams of the damned,” she smirked, taking one of Musume’s drinks she’d ordered and beginning to sip at it. “Of course, speaking about who is down here is very against the rules. Right, Abe?”

“Mm.”

“What do you want, Lilivelle?” Musume hissed, voice getting low as she challenged the preppy bitch face to face, “You always have some fucking angle. Ever since you rigged the student elections.”

“We’re in Hell, rigging the election was part of the curriculum.” she shot back, “And of course I want something from you. You think I’d come to this stank shack just to play nice with the slimy regulars? As if. I know everything that’s going on up there, including the mortal filth that shackled you.”

After a roll of her eyes, Musume just sat back down at the bar, "Whatever. Throw your insults at me if you need to, just get out of my hair when you're done."

"You don't get to decide when I'm finished!" Lilivelle hissed in rage, slamming her fist on the bar to get in Musume's boredom, “You aren’t fit to become the next Demon Queen of your world! Making nice with the humans, joining their ranks, trying to live peacefully… it’s as disgusting as your face. You sicken me.”

“They’re good people.”

“They are not.” Lilivelle shot back, “Those stupid, ridiculous, humans will kill you given half the chance.”

“They’re not stupid, right A-?” Musume began, turning to get the opinion of the bartender.

Abe had walked off. Leaving the ‘new hire’ to stare meekly at Musume. The blonde waitress looked embarrassed, guilty, and apologetic all at once. Musume’s eyes went pure white in shock at the sight of Luna in plastic horns behind the desk.

“Waitress! Where’s my third ramen bowl?!” Yelled the other human nearby.

“C-coming…”

Lilivelle saw nothing wrong with the cute new bartender girl, waiting until she left to hiss once more at Musume, “Well it was nice to see you, Musume. I’ll be sure to read about you in the obituaries after those humans kill you like a dog. Just like your pathetic worm you used to call father.”

Musume’s fingers flexed against the countertop, claws leaving tiny crescents in the wood. Her tail had begun to twitch, trembling not from fear but from the sheer **** it took not to swing first. Lilivelle leaned casually against the bar, glass in hand, smirking with the confidence of someone who knew she’d just driven a blade straight into a nerve.

“Shut up.”

“Oh, struck a chord, did I?” Lilivelle said, voice honey-sweet but dripping with venom. “I just meant it’s such a shame what happened to your dear papa. You must think of him so often, every time you mess up royally it must remind you of his own failures, hm? Or perhaps a mirror would suffice?”

Golden eyes met emerald, and for one long, perfect second, the air between them vibrated like the silence before a lightning strike. Lilivelle’s goons stretched out their arms and claws in preparation for what was to come. Musume’s tail unfurled behind her, muscles coiling, every inch of her screaming fight.

“Eris above, bimbo demons!? Kazuma is going to love you!”

The tension didn't dissapate, only temporarily redirect to the small voice of a blonde woman standing by the toilets.

“Normally you three really need to visit the bathroom!”

Musume watched in real time as her three bullies suddenly clutched their bellies. Eyes wide in embarrassed horror as their bladders threatened to empty themselves right on the marble floor.

“B-be right back, b-bitch…” Lilivelle squeaked out before rushing towards the bathroom, pushing over Caramina on her way.

Leaving Musume to look over in bafflement. All the anger she’d been feeling forcibly leaving her system as she had no one to aim it at anymore.

Darkness was smiling proudly towards the toilet before noticing that Musume was staring in shock. “Oh, I’m sorry, Musume. Did I interrupt something?”

“Uh…” said Musume, unable to really quantify her own thoughts on the matter. All she was thinking about was how she was now hearing Lilivelle’s voice moan gutturally out of the lady’s room. “What’s going on in there?”

“Kazuma’s having fun.” Darkness replied with a dreamy tone, quickly catching herself as she tried to understand, “B-but I can stop him if you need me to! Were those demons your friends?!”

Musume sighed, scratching at her cheek and mumbling, “More like old bullies…”

“Bullies?!” exclaimed Darkness, quickly rushing back to the bathroom to yell, “Kazuma! Normally you’d extra dominate those three!”

“Yeah I would!”

“OHHHH!!! OHHH FUUUUCKKKK! HUUMAN DIIIICK ISS SOOOOOO GOOOOOOOOODDDDD!!!”

Curiosity getting the better of herself, Musume pushed open the women’s door an inch to peer inside. Inside, the world looked like a disaster zone of toppled stalls and dazed demons sprawled everywhere, grinning like they’d just been baptized in bad decisions. A reaper was making out with an umbran witch. Cum splattered their faces and filled their cunts. At the far end, through the settling haze, stood Kazuma–the tiny little human with a huge dick, using it to anally ream her old bully to high heaven. Her face getting pushed into the toilet, flushed by Drixa to let the swirling embarrassment truly cover every inch of the bitch’s face.

“I hate bullies that bully other people than me,” huffed Darkness angrily, looking back over at Musume to ask, “Does that feel better?”

“Uh, thanks…” replied Musume, watching as Kazuma brought her head briefly out of Hell’s toilet to show a huge well-fucked grin, “She still has a big smile on her face though.”

Darkness tutted, “Not much I can do about that. Kazuma’s a little too good at what he does.”

“R-right…”

She lingered there for a while, finding the strangest urge to go over there and suck Kazuma’s dick, but managing having enough legendary resistances in her abilities to walk away and return to the booth.

It still took another hour before Darkness and Kazuma returned from the bathroom. Musume sitting there feeling lost, with only the visual of Megumin’s continued spicy food challenge to entertain her. The wizard’s tongue had been cursed to only speak in dead languages by the food, though she seemed to be in good spirits as she demanded more dishes. Leaving Musume to simply stew in her own thoughts, worries, and doubts.

She’d wanted to find out more about her father’s ****–or at least prove that she had enough life experience to chat with fellow demons–but tonight provided neither. A feeling of triumph and reaching adulthood could have been achieved tonight, alas Musume was only reminded of the day she was taken from boarding school. The sting of failure despite her father’s good intentions. She hated that she felt like she needed her father back, but also hated that she clearly was failing without him as well. All surmised perfectly by Lilivelle’s return… only to have her get railed and humiliated in the bathroom. It was a weird night.

She wondered if Lilivelle was right. Xara had spoken similarly of Musume’s failures to lead. Living life in a way that made people respect you felt like such a difficult task. All eyes were on her to finish what her father started, yet no one respected her own opinions on the matter either. Could she achieve peace with humans if demons refused to follow her? How can she become more experienced?

“There. Your bullies have been broken, ma’am,” announced Kazuma, Darkness in one arm and Luna in the other. “Some real grudges being settled between the main one and her cronies. They’re still in the bathroom now with some of my dildos, crazy stuff.”

“Hot stuff.” Hummed Darkness, wistfully twirling some of his hair atop his head, “I wish I had some underlings to bully me like that.”

“I’m sure Aqua and Tifa can oblige you some roleplay back home.”

Musume cut in before their usual back and forth shtick took away her chance to say what she wanted to say, “Satou Kazuma. You didn’t need to do that for me. But… I thank you nonetheless.”

“Anytime,” smiled Kazuma, “I mean it, any more sexy demons you want me to fuck? I think I’m getting addicted.”

“Tam perversus es stultus, mi amasius maleficus,” said Megumin.

“Quit eating that garbage already!” he barked.

Musume nibbled at her nail, “Your stamina is truly not satiated?”

“No.” Kazuma replied instantly, “I got women out there who will spread their legs for me. ME! How could I ever lose my erection knowing that?! So, demons?”

“Well… what about me?”

Story 4: Kazuma and Musume

And so we return to the story’s beginning.

A nearly naked Musume, lingering in lingerie near Kazuma’s bed, the cocky boy laying flat on his back awaiting her approach.

She takes a moment to compose herself. The expectations of what to come give her pause–with her feelings twisted both ways hopeful and shameful. After her breath looking away from the future, she turns back… to find her suitor sitting no more.

“Hm? Where are you?” Musume asked the empty bed.

A squeak from behind the mattress shot out, “G-give me a minute!”

Musume looked around the human’s room somewhat awkwardly. Any semblance of mood was draining fast, standing there with nothing to do but wonder what was happening. “...is this part of the mating ritual?”

“N-no…” said Kazuma, peeking out from his bed with a concerned and slightly embarrassed expression, “Look, full cards on the table, I’m nervous.”

That took her aback, “What?”

“You’re the Demon King’s Daughter!” the whimpering dog barked at both her, and his own hubris, “You could burn my soul down to nothingness if I grab your boobs in the wrong way! And then you said your father might jump out of hell to kill me for doing this?! Yeah, I’m nervous!”

“Oh,” she replied, realising quickly how much she’d intimidated him, “I had no idea.”

Kazuma clicked his tongue at her, “How? I’ve clearly been avoiding you. Taking a back seat whenever your storylines start up. Never attempting to seduce you, even when there’s a chance you’d be into it.”

“Hmm, perhaps it is because I have not given you much thought…”

He lowered his eyebrows with a begrudging sigh, “Well, I’d be sarcastic, but considering that my goal was to fly under your radar I guess I’ll just say mission accomplished.”

Musume continued to ponder Kazuma’s existence, “You’re the leader of a band of monsters and demons. Xara, Sylvia, Yunyun, even the princess Iris have talked long of your accomplishments, yet your stature is so unimposing that I struggle to even gaze upon you.”

“Okay, I have limits.”

“Do you?” She retorted, crossing both arms under her bust, “The one constant–the singular fact I have retained about you–is your unending appetite for the perverse. Let’s not forget that I have been in your mansion for multiple days now. I walk into the kitchen for breakfast, you are kissing the minotaur while openly groping her breasts. I attempt to bathe, you are soiling the waters with that large blonde goddess. I try to sleep, and the moans of multiple women echo through the halls until all hours of the night.”

Kazuma’s mouth moved like a guppy, trying to figure out a way to argue with her, “I… like… sex?”

“With this, I cannot argue,” smiled Musume, “It is certainly livelier than that of my father’s empty castle. I am never wanton for companionship, even if they are ‘cream filled’ as your favourite blonde describes.” Kazuma internally shot an unimpressed look at Darkness, an act she somehow still felt. “Still, it begets the question about your goals. All this power under your command could rival even King Jeronim’s army.”

“I’m not suddenly going to turn against humanity, if that’s what you’re implying.”

Musume seemed unconvinced, despite him attempting to brush her concerns off. Instead she faced him directly, “Satou Kazuma, I have never really asked you this before, but… what are your intentions as leader of your Harem?”

“Darkness is the leader.”

“Yet, you are the sole breeder. Multiple queens and leaders bow to your phallus.”

He scratched the back of his head, unable to stop feelings of pride tugging at the corners of his lips, “Yeah… well… I didn’t, like, ask for it… I guess…”

Feeling like she was getting nowhere fast, Musume narrowed her purview.

“Ultimately, I simply wish to ask you about the demons and monsters you have in your ranks. My goals are to create peace between the races. Allowing humans and monsters to live together. This harem could assist-”

“You wanna know the truth?! I believe in the one truth! That monster girls are hot!”

“I see."

...

"...I'm sorry, what?”

Kazuma hopped out from behind the bed to begin his speech, a hand on his chest as he spoke his truth, “As a man of culture, I’ve often dreamed of a world where a man and a monster girl can live together and fuck freely! If a man likes the sensation of being squeezed, why not love a lamia?! If a degenerate can find pleasure in filling his insides with slime, then let that man go down on his dream! I can enjoy the fluffy feelings of getting hugged by a minotaur’s bosom, the feathery wings of a harpy wrapped around my back, giving warmth to liches and zombies, grabbing onto horns to face fuck a faunus, and getting to live out every man’s desire of an evening with a real life succubus!” His foot landed on the bed, standing powerfully as his dick swung around beneath him, “This is the world I desire! With my slutty noble’s grand harem, I want to sample all the wild n’ weird women I want!”

The Demon King’s daughter let the speech hang in the air long enough for it to fall completely flat on the floor. Kazuma’s confident stance becoming shaky and panicked the longer Musume kept silent.

As he considered running away with his life, Kazuma didn’t expect Musume to say what she said.

“Very well, you’ve convinced me.”

Grabbing the hem of her top, she stripped her upper half before starting on the lower. Kazuma’s eyes were bulging, “Really? Just like that?”

“To be honest, I have some admissions of my own.” She explained, reaching behind herself to unclasp her bra, “Firstly, you humiliated and swirlied my childhood bully. That is enough for me to protect your life indefinitely.”

“Oh, the bimbo demon, yeah.”

“But secondly…” With a gulp, she shifted her lingerie panites… showing off her gushing pussy and the purple item it held within. Musume grasped at the item, pulling the KazuDildo from her depths with a low guttural moan, letting forth a truly torrential amount of pussy juice onto Kazuma’s floor. “S-someone left this blasted plastic phallus inside my provided bedroom and I haven’t been able to stop myself from using it over and over again! I had already experienced it inside the Crimson Demon’s dungeon, such overwhelming pleasure from an item demanded repetitious use!” Her voice was growling, sounding like she had to convince herself as much as Kazuma. He didn’t get a chance to argue, instead getting grasped by her hands as she pushed him to the bed. Her long demonic tongue went up Kazuma’s cheek, “But I keep hearing the real thing is so much better. So much hotter. All the moans you enact on the others, all that unadulterated pleasure…” His schlong was certainly hard enough for her to grasp, a shudder running through both of them as she felt the human’s humongous hotness. “The Daughter of the Demon King demands your dick, Satou Kazuma. Fuck me until I permit you to stop.”

“D-damn… b’ohkay!”

Kazuma–not one to ever shy away from women who wanted him–grabbed the back of Musume’s head and pulled her down into his own. Their tongues met swiftly, swirling around in each other’s mouths, though Musume’s taster clearly dwarfed Kazuma’s. Even though Musume had shrunken her body down to about Darkness’ height she still was physically bulkier than him in all the right areas.

With all his enhancements Kazuma had described sex as ‘seeing the Matrix code of women’s pleasure’. His instincts drove him to know exactly how and when to tease another’s body for maximum enjoyment. Which is why he only teased Musume’s cunt with his cock for now, despite her grinding against him he did not waver in his foreplay skills.

Kazuma’s hand rubbed deep into the Daughter’s bosom, massaging the huge fun bags over and over, driving her sensitive feelings down her chest before releasing it all through a flick of the nipple. She groaned into his mouth at the strange stimulation, claws digging holes into his mattress inches from his weak human flesh. You think that was scary? Kazuma’s heart almost stopped when he bit at her lip and her whipping tail sent his bedside table flying across the room. He feared that if he let the mood drop she may kill him, though the jury was out if her passion could kill him too. Oh well, Aqua was in the house at least.

It only took a few more minutes of **** foreplay before a demonic booming voice erupted deep from inside Musume. “I SAID FUCK ME.”

“Y-yes ma’am!”

Not much to argue with there. Kazuma took all his bravery and used it to grip onto her thick demonic rear, giving the plushness a quick complimentary squeeze before bringing that gushing pussy close to his thick prick, Musume totally following all of the human’s motions as her anticipation for the spreading grew.

Though she’d spent days with a fake version of it inside her already, Musume still couldn’t believe the intense feelings that Kazuma’s cock spreading her pussy open enacted.

“Kkh!” froth began seeping through her clenched jagged teeth. Fluttering eyes rolling back uncontrollably, her claws snapping from the bed to spear into the wall behind them. Each inch of cock boiling her insides. Kazuma’s raw manly flesh sending bolts of pleasure up her entire body in ways nothing had before. “HAAA!! HaAAA!!! F-FUCKING AAHHHHH!!!!”

That last inch always hit girls the hardest, though it had been a few days since Kazuma had gotten a girl to climax on first insertion.

Her juices sprayed Kazuma like he’d just put a spoon up to a faucet. Her velvety pussy walls squeezing his cock with enough strength to crush a lesser man's forearm, yet his unbreakable cock held firm inside her dungeon.

“Did you just…?”

Musume’s sweat was dripping down all around him, her body dark and looming as she panted above him. “Y-yes. V-very impressive.”

“Need a minute?” He asked, unable to stop his hands from playing with the pair of swinging tits above his head.

“Mentally? No. But my flesh doesn’t appear to be following my commands...”

“I can help with that!”

Before she could ask what he meant, Kazuma disappeared through her spread thighs. The sudden absence of his cock bothered her for but a moment, as she suddenly experienced another enrapturing thrust from behind.

“KAH!” She exclaimed, stars dancing through her vision from the elongating climax that this human was giving her. A barrage of deep cervix slams she could barely quantify what was happening to her boiling body, “Y-you dare-?! Ahn~! Ahn~! AUNG!”

“Woah! Careful!” said Kazuma, barely dodging her whipping tail. Still refusing to stop the doggy style thrusts, diving his whole gut into that sweet demonic peach.

Thankfully her claws were still dug deep into his stone wall, though she was clenching her knuckles to create slashes that he’d have to fix later. Not that he really cared right now. Musume’s body was mature as fuck, yet her reactions seemed virginesque. That boiling furnace named her pussy walls was really helping him thrust his beast rapidly, enjoying every scrape along her fleshy interior.

The gravity of the situation wasn’t lost on Kazuma. The Demon King had spent hundreds of years attacking humanity, reducing their numbers, fighting the strongest warriors of multiple generations.

And now Kazuma was fucking his daughter.

Sweet moans from climaxes that were growing more unashamed by the second. Hips that thrust back against all his piercing attacks on her cervix. Sweat pouring from a monster of a woman that had spent years training to kill someone just like him. Kazuma didn’t want to die, but a part of him couldn’t help but feel a little proud thinking that maybe–just maybe–that the Demon King was looking up at him right now, balls deep in his daughter, and seething with rage.

Musume was wondering the same thing, though in her mind he was seething with pride.

A true human to demon connection. Forming a bond that would help peace grow throughout the land. Her father always respected her dream, even if he told her it was not his goal to follow personally. But maybe, with him being potentially gone, he could look upon this moment and understand her a little more. Though not too closely, her thick body was jiggling like crazy right now.

This was only a momentary idea, pushed aside quickly to concentrate on the overwhelming pleasurable rutting. Musume rolled over onto her back, managing to control her form enough to retract her tail, though losing control again to make her wings spread out and slice Kazuma’s pillow. She couldn’t help it though, her body barely felt like her own at this level of electric heat.

Kazuma’s face buried into her breasts, wrapping his hands around her waist and thrusting even harder against her mons. His hips a blur of pure cunt splashing action.

Her body squirmed and writhed, the spells to control her height causing her body to fluctuate in size. Legs still wrapped around the human inside her, who refused to let anything deter his fun. Pushing it as far as he could go every time. Even managing to time his thrusts to the rhythm of her pulsating body, grinding against her walls the moment she shrank for maximum pleasure.

This bizarre experience couldn’t last forever, and so with only a breast garbled warning, Kazuma’s baby batter exploded inside the future Demon Queen.

Musume roared from the burning jism flooding her womb. She hadn’t felt like this since Aqua’s giga-gasm back in the King’s castle. Yet now it wasn’t being **** upon her from nowhere, her body had built to a huge and messy release. Spine curling, horns wrecking Kazuma’s mattress, claws creating red lines across his back to push him further inside, and all while she loved every moment of it.

Her size changing magic had completely lost its functionality, leaving a scene of a woman almost the size of Kazuma’s entire wrecked room lying on her back in pleasure. Kazuma himself was on her stomach, panting away in recovery mode from such an intense minute. His cum somehow growing with her to make an endless flow, unknowingly piling on his new slippers.

Dragging himself to his feet, the battered and bleeding Kazuma stood on Musume’s enlarged ribs triumphantly. He took a step towards her face, stepping through breast canyon very carefully.

“We… we’re not done… until I… say so!” she panted, not feeling any issue with this human standing on her.

Kazuma gripped her horn with one hand, then thrust his still oozing cock into her mouth. A demonic smile on his lips as he chuckled while she sucked, “Funny. I was going to say the same thing.”

It took all night and most of the morning for both of them to be satisfied. Sometimes fucking at Musume’s full size, other times returning back to human levels, but always indulging as fully as they could in each other. Musume knew that the human’s real dick would be as–if not more–addicting as the fake version. Yet another loving thrall to his collection, but living in a place where she could further her goals.

Kazuma died soon after Musume was asleep and satisfied. Both Aqua and Eris had been ready to go all night, just in case, though a lot of healing was required by the former before Kazuma was able to attach his soul back to the land of the living.

His room would not be so easily fixed.

All in all, Darkness was very jealous.